Dedicated to a friend, the girl who cuts herself, being strong is to live in the face of death. Have faith, God bless.

I ask myself why. I ask myself why she had to go. I ask myself why I couldn't go with her, and then I look at my little angel's face, and I know. If heartache were battle wounds, I could take it, but this cuts so deep within my soul. Every time I look at my darling's face, a little part of me dies, a little part of me heals. Roza. When I look at her face, I see you. Her smile, her laugh, her hair, her eyes, and her stubbornness. Her love.

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry

Oh Roza, why'd you have to go. You promised that you'd stay with me, with us forever. I pull out my ring, dangling on a lonesome chain on my neck, resting just above my heart. Tears roll down my face, dripping on our daughter's cheek as she rests her head on my chest. The wind blows, it starts to drizzle, and I can feel you here. I can smell you here with the earth. Your voice echoes in the breeze, it's calling out to me. "Dimitri… take care of her. Our angel." I start to smile. A sad, longing smile. Mona lisa.
"daddy? Mommy's here. She says she loves us," my little gabrielle whispers to me.

Baby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

I laugh softly, with full admiration of my daughter. It didn't come as a shock when my daughter started seeing ghosts like her mother, but my daughter had more developed skills, she could pass on her ability to anyone for a short moment of time. "daddy, she's here. She wants to talk to you," she says, her little voice excited. Suddenly, my Roza is in front of me, kneeling.

I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me

Everything I know and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
It gets hard but it won't take away my love, whoa

I reach my hand out and brush her cheek. A soft gust of wind is all my fingers feel, and immediately, it hits me again that she is gone. What startles me the most is when she leans forward and kisses me, and I feel her soft, warm lips against mine once more. And just like that, she was gone. Sobbing quietly, I hug gabrielle to my chest, rocking side to side, and humming the lullaby rose and I made for her, and I feel totally at peace.

"ave atque vale, my Roza" I say, and the wind whispers back, "Alis volat propriis".she's never gone, she's watching over us, she'll always be in our hearts.